Martial God Space Novels & Stories

"I knew you still loved me. We need to talk to the moon goddess about her sacred bonds, they brainwash peo-" A gasp leaves her lips as she staggers away from him. "Nathaniel?" Looking down at her chest, she sees a blade sticking out but it not just any blade, it's a starlight blade. A starlight blade is said to be the only thing strong enough to kill a god, though that is a myth. It can only harm a god but it's nothing that they can't heal, that doesn't mean they can heal it completely. "But why... You always keep your promises." She looks down at the blade digging deeper into her chest and back at Nathan.

The Martial Saint realm! Andrius could not help but be shocked. Norvin, who was at the early stage of Martial God, had already made waves in the ancient martial world. If this late-stage Martial God appeared, it would likely send tremors throughout the ancient martial world! It was truly astonishing that the Medicine Sect had such a formidable presence. Andrius suddenly remembered that Registus’ bodyguard, Dennis, once told him that the ultimate realm in the martial world was a Martial Saint.

He hurried down the steps and left the convenience store with Blake. When they arrived at Ventus Estate, both Melvin and Phineas were visibly agitated. Upon seeing Blake and Sebastian appear in the doorway, they hurried toward them. "Mr. Lucox, Mr. Ballard, you're finally here!" Melvin exclaimed. "I just heard the news! That rascal Ezekiel has just sent out the Martial God Command!" The Martial God Command was a special command that could only be given by the Nine Sects. Those who received the Martial God Command had to gather at once.

Chase stared at the person in front of him and said, "How dare a mere peak stage-four martial god show that much arrogance?!" "Tell me your name, loser. I don't kill unknowns," the man said with a cold grunt. Chase smiled tauntingly. He then spat out the words calmly, "A dead man doesn't need to know my name." "How dare you?!" the peak stage-four martial god grunted coldly. "Killing you will only dirty my hands." There was a flash in Chase's eye. He clenched his fist and struck with great strength and dominance. Chase and the stage-four martial god exchanged one move, and a wave swept out. The air contorted from the impact.

“Alright. As a trialist who successfully cleared the stages, you have the right to understand the specific function of the rewards. The True Martial Marrow is an essential portion of the bone marrow that the True Martial Starlord had refined. It allows your physical body to have unparalleled affinity in the True Martial path and exponentially enhances its strength and recovery rate. Meanwhile, the True Martial Soul is the core of the True Martial path. It allows you powerful enlightenment in True Martial skills.” “Are you sure that what you’re saying is true?” “...” The True Martial Starlord’s divided soul was speechless this time. It was indeed his first time meeting such a cautious man. Ho

Swisshhh. "Release the spirit of the god of war!" shouted Xiao Chen, and his body was enveloped by a figure wielding a sword. BOOOOOMMM... "What? The spirit of the god of war? Wh... How is that possible?" The black turtle chief's face changed instantly. This was not just the appearance of an ordinary martial soul, but it was equivalent to the appearance of a figure he called a god. A war god figure like this only appeared in ancient times, and since the disappearance of the war god's soul, no one had been able to awaken it. Now he saw for himself that Xiao Chen was using something that should have long disappeared from this world.

Everyone in the hall got goosebumps as that aura, laced with murderous intent, enveloped the banquet hall. “Well, your son was the one who started the fight with mine. Why do you want to kill my son? Besides, I clearly heard some noble kids insulting my son earlier, but they all lost. They challenged him in martial arts but lost; now their parents, who know all of this, actually want to harm my son. Tell me, don’t you regard me as his father?” asked We Yan, his voice growing icy and his aura surging. General Ning had previously thought We Yan was only at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but who would have guessed that We Yan was actually in the Golden Core Realm. Only t

suggested Xiang Ling, vice chairman of the Death Moon sect, a black sect located in the Beibu district. All the representatives of the Sanzu alliance were silent for a moment. Come to think of it, Xiang Ling's suggestion did sound reasonable. The Immortal God Skill is a move that allows the user to become stronger after they almost dying, just like the warrior Rao Guohoa who always survived when Zhou Fu was about to kill her. Even though it sounded a little reasonable, still, sending a fleet that was sacrificed to open a war was not the usual way for the white warrior class to go.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

I heard the final words 10 and everything went dark. “STOP, WHO DARES TO TOUCH MY OWN?” Prince Damon has been at the border defending the country since he was just 14 years old. He knew the art of war and was named the God of battle and war, he won over territories and increased the borderline. Every battle of his ended in conquest, he was not only the best in the country but also the best in taking care of his troops. He has always avoided matters of the court and left everything under the guidance of his father and his 3 other brothers. He has not been to the capital ever since he left. It was a day of celebration, the chariot of the war god rode past the streets of Livingburg with glory a